It's some time before Tim slipped out of Space Mountain and scurried down the ramp until it was safe enough to jump off the side. He wasn't feeling any better about this place, but he couldn't hit pause on life to mull it over and mope. He had to prioritize needs, and right now, finding a place like Punchy had - somewhere enclosed with only one viable ingress/egress - was at the top of the list.

Space Mountain wasn't really a good choice, though, and wouldn't be even if it was unoccupied. It was too big and famous - just look at how he, himself, had made a beeline for it, Tim thought as he made his way slowly around the structure. Others might do the same thing. He had to find somewhere more obscure, something that people wouldn't be drawn to. The "It's a Small World" ride would be perfect.

He shuddered involuntarily. Oh hell no. Anywhere but there. If the music was still on, he'd be insane within hours, and the water in there was pretty green, if he remembered correctly. That was before whatever Armageddon had wrecked the place. New Orleans Square is a possibility; climbing up onto a third story balcony would hide from most sight lines. The Golden Horseshoe Saloon. Maybe. He'd check out both and look for functioning water fountains on the way.